1232 Shame
"Uncle, people's appearance is born, and it's not my fault for being beautiful! Uncle, you can't think that everyone who is more handsome than you is a little sao. Uncle, it's wrong for you to be so jealous of others!" Feng Zhuo gathered the paper fan, tapped the palm of his hand again and again, and told the other party the principles of life while knocking, which made people laugh.

The most important thing is that she clearly sees the other party's gender, but she is still an uncle, and people with a mild temper will be violently tempered by her.

"Presumptuous! Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know!" Feng Zhuo answered immediately without even hesitating.

There was laughter again at the scene.

"As a member of the Hairpin Hall, you don't know that I am the Lord of the Chiyang Hall?"

"Oh! It turned out to be the Chiyang Palace! However, your Chiyang Palace is far away from the Hairpin Palace, and it is completely incompatible. Why do I need to know about you?" Feng Zhuo calmly set off.

The Lord of Chiyang Palace was stunned for a moment, and then ecstasy appeared in his eyes, "Since you don't know, forget it!"

With that said, he went out the door first.

In the eyes of others, this quarrel came and went inexplicably.

However, Feng Zhuo understood the reason.

The Chiyang Hall and the Hairpin Hall are at opposite ends of the Zhongming Continent, and they happen to be far away from each other.

On the bright side, there is no intersection between the two forces.

But only the most core personnel within the faction knew that the two factions belonged to the soul clan.

Hairpin Hall ranks eleventh, and Chiyang Hall ranks tenth.

And the owner of Chiyang Palace found fault with her, obviously because of his admiration for Hua Lingzhi, and suddenly stopped picking on her because she didn't know each other.

In the eyes of the Chiyang Hall master, her ignorance just means that she is not an internal core member of the Hairpin Hall, or directly thinks that she is a plaything of flowers and branches, so he doesn't care.

However, this soul clan really has everything.

The master of the twelfth hall has been focusing on finding ingredients for 1 years, the master of the eleventh hall is a bitch, and the master of the tenth hall is a woman full of yang.

Feng Zhuo looked at the hulking back of the Lord of Chiyang Palace, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

All the way to Yun's home in a calm and peaceful way.

As soon as he stepped into the vermilion door, Feng Zhuo felt a strong aura of nouveau riche blowing towards his face.

And the Patriarch of the Yun family and a group of elders actually waited behind the door with someone.

When he saw them, he saluted flatteringly.

Is this still the ancient family?
Even if you tell it, no one will believe it, right?
None of the background, demeanor, and self-restraint that an ancient family should have!

If it wasn't for the joy of the Soul Clan, Feng Zhuo said that she wouldn't even want this kind of Yun family to give her.

"My lords, take your seats first! The selection of the Patriarch will start soon!" The Patriarch of the Yun Family bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation to them.

Immediately someone came up and led the way for them.

Not long after, other families who came to watch the ceremony also arrived.

The members of the Yun family standing at the door were not as flattering as before, as if they had been trained, their chins were slightly raised, and they were proudly enjoying the flattery of those low-level families.

This appearance made Feng Zhuo unable to complain.

Naturally, those families sat at the back and were served tea and snacks, which were not at the same level as those in front of them.

At this moment, what Feng Zhuo wants to do the most is to grab the person who arranged all this.

(End of this chapter)

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